LYRICS
作词 : Jaten Dimsdale
作曲 : Jaten Dimsdale
制作人 : Ian Franzino
Small town living gets old when you've got big dreams
Feels like you can only think as far you can see
Eighteen,tatted up, tryna sell weed
Knowing I'd take the fall for the whole team
Wasn't tryna hear it evert time that you told me
[00:31.459]
It's the sound on the rain
Comin'down when you all asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love,but never get to see
All the time you can waste
Tryna chase what you'll never need
Hope you come back around to simple things
[00:58.709]
How's it been four,five years since I got down on my knees?
And how could I forget the sweet smell of the honeysuckles in the breeze?
Woulda never thought tryna chase this dream
Would give me nightmares,now I get no sleep
Nowadays seems like the only thing that calms me
[01:25.189]
It's the sound of the rain
Comin'down when you all asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love,but never get to see
All the time you can waste
Tryna chase what you'll never need
Hope you come back around to simple things
[01:51.706]
Like a song that you know from the past comin'on
When you need it so bad
Like a drink in your glass at the end of the day
That you needed to have
Yeah,I try and still,sometimes,I mess it up
Lately, I been asking myself"What's enough?"
[02:21.950]
It's the sound on the rain
Comin'down when you all asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love,but never get to see
All the time you can waste
Tryna chase what you'll never need
Always comes back around to simple things
Simple things